Many C&Fers know Glenn, & many who don’t know him personally, still know him through playing his Weasels.
Glenn injured his hand at work last week, and was apparently fortunate that only a small piece of hand was eaten by his machine.
Here’s how Glenn described it to me:
“yes, the damage was extensive, and yes, the E-room intern & extern put me back together in fine style. it’s still fugly, but 'tis the same size & shape as before, plus al these black winged insects on it. i’m down to a bandaid, and bump it alot when weaseling, but shux. reaooy missed no work 'cause of it, and can perform all the operations with just a
bit less speed and a bit more care. godamighty, my hand was headed through that cutting tool and the steel fence wasn’t moving over. howzis for lucky??”
Of course Glenn immediately wrote a wordsmithed poetic masterpiece about the event and its impact on him. I don’t have his permission to print it, but I’ll take Reviewer’s Licence in providing a short extract from the beginning and from the end of his copyrighted work. The middle part is wondrous indeed:
Took a divot from a finger.
Jaysus, ‘twas an awful mess.
Bled all over God’s creation.
Sore alarmed, I must confess
…
Days like these should be remembered;
Thus I pen this homely verse,
And my heart is full of gladness:
God, it could be so much worse!!
Glenn A Schultz
5/25/03
I’m sure he would appreciate hearing from his friends and wellwishers around this community. here’s how…
Thnwzl@aol.com
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